#ofprofessor

“ Good morning, Professor!” Ella greeted as she hopped along the brick wall which laden the walkway to the courtyard. She was nimble as she seemed to dance along it. 

“You’re up early, Professor Lupin. Couldn’t sleep?” she asked. The elf smiled, though she was small in stature, she made up for it by being as pleasant as she could, after all, there was no reason to be mean. 

   Regulus had just about had it with the cold. Sure, snow was nice for the first week or so, but after months of trudging through snow and frozen quidditch practices, Regulus had pretty well had it. It was after one of said frozen practices that Regulus quickly tried to make his way back to his common room to warm up. His rush caused him to not pay as much attention as he should; which in turn caused him to, upon rounding a corner, come face to face with one Remus Lupin. Literally.

Nietzschean starters - accepting.

As if bidden by a most profound instinct to conceal, his mind Occludes, snapping shut like a book. The ghost of torment fleetingly flickers across obsidian slates before it is replaced by a stern blank canvas, stubbornly steeled against the gentle sway of kind words.

Because beneath laters of rot and bitterness, still thrums a heart.

“One must learn not to linger on such fanciful notions.”

          IF THERE was one thing that one could not fault a vampire for, it was their n o s e s. valeria had an uncanny sense of smell, one that often made day to day tasks a literal h e a d a c h e - but for all the migraines and upturned expressions ( would it kill Crabbe to have a shower... ), it did give her... insight, to those around her. 

          and so Professor Lupin’s own smell had not gone unnoticed; the smell of blood and broken bones and dirt. of dusty fur. the way he smelled unfortunately of wet dog after one of his monthly disappearances. and where others may have felt fear, encompassing and overwhelming, Valeria only feels... kinship, however unspoken. for all their efforts to keep her ailment a secret, Professor Dumbledore and Professor Flitwick were not a source of comfort for they didn’t understand... but maybe --